Harry Potter: Transmigrated Detective Link

Since it was a conferring ceremony held in the most important temple of the Order of Merlin, such a grand event naturally attracted the attendance of the overwhelming majority of the Order of Merlin members in the world.

Among them were, of course, famous important figures well known to Link, such as Dumbledore and Newt.

Of course, there were even more old men and old ladies that Link did not know. The looks in their eyes when they glanced at Link were all different.

Most were kindly and gentle. Even if some old antiques could not stand seeing this so-called young brat gaining such an honor at such a young age, at most they just sourly muttered a few sarcastic words, and nothing like a melodramatic scene happened.

How could old fellows who managed to mix around to this level possibly be simple?

Even if these people were dissatisfied with Link and Fudge, they would not jump out at such an important moment.

However, despite the presence of so many important figures, the one to confer the medal on Link this time was not Dumbledore, but Fudge.

This was one of the benefits he had exchanged from Madam Flamel by taking the conferring ceremony in the temple as condition.

Taking this chance, he directly stood on the podium and gave everyone a performance of a speech that dragged on for more than half an hour.

The content of the speech was mostly praising Link as a talented youth, but the core thought inside was to use praising Link as a foil to highlight the excellent ability of the Ministry of Magic and himself in cultivating talents.

Because of his position, although most people at the scene had not the slightest interest in this kind of long and nutritionless speech, on the surface they still put on a look of being all ears.

Only Dumbledore and several other extremely senior old fellows clearly showed some impatient emotions, but even so, they did not jump out to directly scold, instead giving Fudge a bit of face.

This whole scene was seen by Link, who also had no patience to listen to speeches.

A glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes.

The Order of Merlin, unlike the Wizengamot, was originally an organization detached from the mortal world, a purely honorary group formed by a number of truly pure people wholeheartedly wishing to bring welfare to the world.

This kind of special nature led every single Merlin Knight to be respected by the outside world with extraordinary honor.

And now, this organization had already become worldly, stained with the stench of gold and power, beginning to offer respect to authority.

This really was… somewhat sad.

Link sighed with a bit of emotion, but soon laughed and shook his head.

Strictly speaking, he himself was also a beneficiary after the Order of Merlin became worldly, so what qualifications did he have to sigh over such things?

At just this moment, Fudge finally finished his speech.

He looked still unsatisfied, and it was believed that if the protagonist of this conferring ceremony were not Link, he might have gone on for at least another half hour.

Laughing loudly, Fudge placed on Link's left chest a cross-shaped medal with roses forming its edges and the abbreviation of the Order of Merlin carved in the center.

At the same time he laughed and said, "Link, congratulations! You are the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin Second Class Medal in history. History will remember you!"

'Yes, history will of course remember me, because the nature of this Second Class Medal of the Order of Merlin is essentially no different from the medal you gave yourself. This is not some glorious reputation, damn it!'

Link ridiculed inwardly, but on the surface, using Occlumency's expression management to the extreme, lifted the corners of his mouth into a perfect smile that anyone would find flawless, continuously replying humbly to Fudge's praises.

And seeing this harmonious scene on the stage, everyone else in the temple offered their applause generously.

Most sincere among them were Dumbledore, Newt, Madam Flamel, and Emily.

Perhaps now in the audience, the only ones truly happy for Link were those four.

And with the official end of the conferring, the atmosphere at the scene also lightened.

Countless exquisite foods and drinks appeared on the long golden banquet table at the center of the temple, and the ceremony entered the stage of a buffet banquet.

This was also Madam Flamel's most favorite part.

She held a wine glass, leading Emily and Link among the crowd, continuously showing off her son to every person present with her high-level Versailles-style boasting.

Listening to the surrounding people's compliments, whether sincere or not, Madam Flamel's face, which was usually cold and frosty before outsiders, now burst into a radiant smile.

Emily also looked very happy, even excited.

Because Madam Flamel was constantly introducing her to the guests present.

The implicit meaning inside was nothing less than publicly announcing to the entire British wizarding noble class her identity as Link's fiancée.

Put in simple words, it was almost like a new daughter-in-law visiting the mother-in-law's hometown for the first time and being taken house-to-house to meet everyone.

How could Emily not be happy about this?

Link actually did not like being used as a display for boasting, but seeing the two women he cared about most in his life so happy, he could only cooperate as much as possible.

Luckily, Madam Flamel controlled the degree of Versailles very well. After boasting around once, she let Link go and allowed him to move freely.

As for Emily, of course, she still had to continue following Madam Flamel to show her presence.

So Link carried some food and hid in a corner alone, starting to taste.

This was the top cooking of the best house elves in Britain. Not eating would be a waste.

And just when Link was immersed in delicious food, two familiar voices sounded again.

"Link! Congratulations!"

"Ah, thanks, thanks."

Link replied perfunctorily while stuffing a spoonful of egg custard into his mouth.

He had already long been tired of hearing such congratulations today.

Only when he turned his head did he pause in surprise.

Because the ones congratulating him were not some unknown third-rate wizarding nobles as he had expected, but Dumbledore and Newt.

Seeing this, he hurriedly put down the plate, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then bowed respectfully, "Forgive me, I was impolite, Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Scamander. This Order of Merlin Second Class Medal, I am unworthy of it, I am still far from shouldering such honor."

Whether Dumbledore or Newt, these two were existences worthy of respect in Link's heart.

Especially Newt. He was a true Merlin Knight.

So Link would not be stingy with his respect toward them.

On the contrary, Dumbledore and Newt were startled by Link's overly respectful manner, glanced at each other, and then both laughed heartily.

"Don't belittle yourself, Link," Dumbledore said with a smiling face. "Your strength and effort are genuine, and I can vouch for that!"

"Thank you!"

This time Link did not humble himself further but accepted frankly.

At this time, Newt also joined in.

He did not speak politely like Dumbledore. He directly put an arm around Link's shoulders and said, "Alright, stop talking about this boring topic, I've heard enough of it tonight!"

Saying so, he raised his head and looked around, and after confirming no one else was nearby, softly said to Link, "Link, actually, I have something I want to ask you to do!"

"Hm?"

Link raised his eyebrows, instinctively wanting to refuse.

Because in his thinking, if Newt came to him, it could only be to ask him to accompany him on another adventure, nothing else.

But before he could speak, Newt continued, "You know, right? Before long, the Quidditch World Cup final is going to start, and this time the hosting place is in Britain."

Hearing this, Link first breathed a sigh of relief, but then became puzzled again.

As an important plot point, Link had of course been paying attention to the Quidditch World Cup, but what did Newt want him to do?

Thinking so, Link hesitated and then nodded slightly, probing, "So?"

"Rolf insists on going, but Tina and I are preparing to have a long-overdue private trip for just the two of us, and Rolf's parents are doing magical creature protection work in Tanzania, no time to return."

Newt paused, looking a bit embarrassed, and said, "So, at that time, could you take Rolf with you to watch the match?"

"The only young man I know suitable for this is you," Newt said, shoving into Link's arms a hard card engraved with the Ministry of Magic Department of Magical Games and Sports crest.

"This is a box ticket for the match, I entrust this to you, Link!"

Holding the box ticket with a fine texture in his hand, Link nodded without much hesitation.

He was already planning to go to the Quidditch World Cup.

Because at the match venue, something would happen that had a huge impact, and he must go stop it.

Although Rolf was basically just a burden, bringing him along was not a big deal.

And seeing Link agree so easily, Newt was deeply moved.

He knew Link had no interest in Quidditch at all, and probably also had little interest in the Quidditch World Cup.

It must be entirely for the sake of his friendship with him that Link was willing to go this time, right?

Thinking so, Newt gritted his teeth, as if making some decision, and said to Link, "I won't say more words of thanks, Link. After I return from this trip, I'll bring you a gift, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

"Then I'll thank you in advance for the gift."

Link said with a smile. He did not actually care about such a so-called gift. Besides magical creatures, Newt had nothing else to give him.

And Link felt he already had Yoyo and Arkam, that was enough. If he had more, he would not be able to raise them.

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This conferring ceremony lasted from noon until dusk, so when Link and the others returned home, it was already dark.

After tossing about for a whole day, Link now wished he could immediately collapse into bed and sleep.

In contrast, Emily and Madam Flamel were still energetic.

The two of them were still in an excited state even now, continuously discussing the conferring ceremony just held.

Of course, what should be done still had to be done. Link informed Madam Flamel of the matter of the Quidditch World Cup.

Neither of them had any objection.

Though they, like Link, had no interest in Quidditch, as long as it meant going out with Link, it was fine, just treat it as an ordinary family trip.

So their topic naturally shifted to what kind of dresses they should wear on the day of the match.

This time, Link rarely joined in and gave his own opinion.

He did not care about the style of the dress, but his own suit had to not hinder movement. After all, he knew there might be a tough battle during that match.

As for this request, Madam Flamel did find it a little strange, but she did not ask more. She nodded and agreed, just taking it as Link disliking the restrictive feeling of traditional dress. That was not a big problem.

Afterwards, Link took a satisfied shower and then returned to his room.

Before sleeping, Link must bathe, and use fragrant shower gel or soap. This was a habit he brought from his past life, it not only cleaned the body but also made him smell nice, and Link liked falling asleep while surrounded by fragrance. Of course, this hobby was a bit effeminate, so Link never told anyone.

Recently, Link had also added a new habit, that was to meditate specially for at least half an hour before sleeping.

The reason was simple, meditation helped increase sleep quality, making him sleep dreamlessly until dawn.

At the same time, Link also discovered an extra effect of that special meditation, gaining experience in Legilimency.

At present, this special meditation had even replaced repetitive casting, becoming Link's main method of gaining Legilimency experience points.

However, today Link did not go to bed directly as usual. Instead, wearing pajamas, he sat at his desk and began writing a letter to Krell.

More specifically, it was to ask Krell to help him kill someone.

Kill Peter Pettigrew.

This matter could not be delayed, it must be done quickly.

Because after tonight, Peter Pettigrew would be transferred by Aurors into Azkaban for custody.

Although the Flamel family's influence was vast, Link was not deluded into thinking he could just casually send people into Azkaban to kill someone.

So at present, the only chance was to strike on the road during Peter Pettigrew's transfer.

This matter, speaking of it, actually had a fairly high success rate.

After all, Azkaban was a completely closed prison. There was no Floo network inside, and it was set with Anti-Apparition Jinxes and Anti-Disapparition Jinxes.

(The kind effective even against house-elves. From this perspective, Azkaban indeed was the most tightly guarded prison in the world. After all, even Hogwarts had no restriction on house-elf apparition. But Hogwarts did not set such restriction only for the convenience of house-elves working in the kitchens.)

To send someone in, they could only travel via the Floo network to a wizarding outpost near Azkaban, then transfer by Thestral-drawn carriage.

And as long as Peter Pettigrew died, Voldemort's revival progress would be seriously delayed, thus winning Link a large amount of time to grow.

Of course, everything depended on Krell's performance.

If it truly succeeded, that would be wonderful.

Watching the owl fly away with the letter, Link sincerely hoped so.

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